Kiss their mouths,
lead them out;
with a truncheon fist you let them down,
and give them comfort to be revealed.
Know that you can't feel less
than you do now.

Over head fallen,
and clutch onto stolen;
you're home,
we finally die,
and when we don't
it’s a lie.

Sides will shake and fall,
hardly enough at all,
smiles will wake in part
and time will taller grow.

Forfeits taken down,
painted eyelids for a better view,
haven in your softness
and a neck snapped by a pillow,
stiller than I wanted.
Taken by all that you know,
live up until you are old
and give up until I am sold,
until home.